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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.