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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.