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 Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.