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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.