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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.