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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.