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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.