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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.