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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.