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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Television,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.