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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.