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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.