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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.