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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.