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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.