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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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?
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.