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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.