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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.