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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.