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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
the Association,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.