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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.