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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.