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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.