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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
DNA,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.