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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.