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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.