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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.