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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.