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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.