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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Inner City,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.