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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.