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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.