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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
cv313,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.