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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Saints,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.