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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 mellotron and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.