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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.