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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.