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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.