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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.