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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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?
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.