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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.