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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.