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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.