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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.