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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.