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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.