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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Faust,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.