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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.