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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.