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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.