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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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?
a-ha,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.