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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.