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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Television,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.