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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The Names,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.