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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.