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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
AZ,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.