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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.