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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.