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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.