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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.