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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.