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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.