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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.