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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.