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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.