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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.