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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.