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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.