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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.