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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.