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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.