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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.