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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Ludus,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.