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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.