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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.