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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
ABC,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
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.