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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.