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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.