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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.