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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
UT,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.