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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.