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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.