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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.