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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.