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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.