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 China and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.