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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.