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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.