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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.