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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.