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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.