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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Standells,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.