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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Skarface,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Names,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.