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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.