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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.