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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.