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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.