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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.