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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.