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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.