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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Fear,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.