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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.