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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Wake,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.