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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
CMW,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.