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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.