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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.