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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.