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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Move,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.