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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.