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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
June Days,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.