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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.