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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.