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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.