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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.