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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.