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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.