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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.