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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.