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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.