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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.