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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.