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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.