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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.