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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.