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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.