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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.