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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
ABBA,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.