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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.