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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Q65,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.