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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.