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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.