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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.