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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.