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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.