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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Q65,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.