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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 snare and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.