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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.