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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.