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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.