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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.