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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.