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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.