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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.