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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.