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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.