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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.