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 Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.