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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.