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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.