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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Technova,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.