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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.