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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.