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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.