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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.