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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.