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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.