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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.