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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.