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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.