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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.