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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe 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 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?
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Neu!,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.