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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.