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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.