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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.