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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.