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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.