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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
10cc,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.