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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.