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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.