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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Slave,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.