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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.