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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.