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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Nico,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.