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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.