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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Monks,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.