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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Can,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.