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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.