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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.