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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.