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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.