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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.