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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.