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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.