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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.