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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.