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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.