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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Skarface,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.