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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.