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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.