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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.