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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.