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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.