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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.