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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.