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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.