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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.