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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Slave,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.