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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.