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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.