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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.