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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.