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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.