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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
UT,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.