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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.