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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.