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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.