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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Lyres,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.