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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
UT,
Pylon,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.