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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.