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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.