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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.