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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Japan,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.