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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Move 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.