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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.