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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.