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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.