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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.