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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.