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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.