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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.