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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.