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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.