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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.