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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.