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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.