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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.