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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.