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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.