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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.