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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.