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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
AZ,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
X-102,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.