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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.