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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.