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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.