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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Fear,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
UT,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.