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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.