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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roxette to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.