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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.