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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Index,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.