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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.