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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.