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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.