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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.