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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.