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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.