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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Slave,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.