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 China and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.