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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.