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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.