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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.