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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.