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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.