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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Index,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.