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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.