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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.