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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.