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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
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.