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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Japan,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.