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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
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Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.