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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
MDC,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.