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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.