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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.