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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.