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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.