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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
AZ,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.