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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.