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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.