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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.