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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.