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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.