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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.