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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.