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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.