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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.