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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.