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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.