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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.