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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.