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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.