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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.