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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.