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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.