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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.