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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.