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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.