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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.