Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.