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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.