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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.