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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.