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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.