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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.