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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne 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 jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.