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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.