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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.