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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.