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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.