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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.