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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.