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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.