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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.