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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.