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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.