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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.