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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.