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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.