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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
X-102,
The Slits,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.