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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.