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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.