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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.