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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.