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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.