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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.