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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Model 500,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Brick,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.