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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.