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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.