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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.