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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.