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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
The Standells,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.