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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.