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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.