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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.