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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.