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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.