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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.