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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.