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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.