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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.