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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
CMW,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.