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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.