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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.