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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.