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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.