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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Wings,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.