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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.