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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.