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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.