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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hashim 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.