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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.