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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.