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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.