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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.