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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
the Association,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.