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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.