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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.