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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.