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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.