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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.