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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.