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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.