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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Wings,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.