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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.