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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.