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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 808 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 John Coltrane 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.