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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Technova,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.