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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.