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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Fear,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.