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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Television,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.