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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.