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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Skarface,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.