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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.