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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Flipper,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Can,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.