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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Pylon,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.