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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.