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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Nas,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.