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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
DNA,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.