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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Technova,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.