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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.