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 Italy and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Neu!,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.