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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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 Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.