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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.