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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.