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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
MC5,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.