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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.