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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
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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.