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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.