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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.