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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.