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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.