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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.