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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.