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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.