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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.