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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.