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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.