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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.