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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Brick,
Index,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Motorama,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.