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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.