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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.