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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Index,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.