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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.