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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.