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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.