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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.