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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.