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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.