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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
X-101,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.