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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.