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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.