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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.