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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.