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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.