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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.