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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.