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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.