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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.