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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Nas,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.