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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.