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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.