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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.