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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.