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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.