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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.