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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.