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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.