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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.