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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.