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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.