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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.