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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gong,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.