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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.