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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.