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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.