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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Faust,
Wire,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Scion,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.