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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.