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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.