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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.