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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.