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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.