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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.