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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.