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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.