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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.