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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.