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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.