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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.