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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
DNA,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.