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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.