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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.