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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.