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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.