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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.