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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Can,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.