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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.