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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.