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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.