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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.