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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.