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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.