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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.