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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.