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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 rap 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 an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.