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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.