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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.