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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.