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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Association to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.