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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
CMW,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.