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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.