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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.