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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.