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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.