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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.