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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.