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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.