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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Smog,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.