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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Move,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.