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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.