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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.