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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.