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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.