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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.