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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.