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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.