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 India and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.