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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.