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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.