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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.