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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.