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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.