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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.