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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
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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.