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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Unwound,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.