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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.