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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.