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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.