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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.