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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.