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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.