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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.