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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.