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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.