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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Swans,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.