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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.