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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.