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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.