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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Names,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.