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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Urselle,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Organ,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.