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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.