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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.