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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.