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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Move to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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?
The Star Department,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.