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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
the Association,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.