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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.