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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.