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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.