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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.