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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.