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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.