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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.