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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.