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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.