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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.